Veteran's Fake Dream

 3 cousins see themselves

I stand in a livingroom, facing a big bay window. It seems that same as a long ago dream starring Natalie Portman. Huge light white sheer curtains flow but the window is closed. It is slightly warm, probably from all the sunlight. Some ivy or other plants, near the hall wall, dark in other rooms, bluish paint, white wicker furniture, quilts or clothes... Old timey vintage retro farmhouse shabby chic...

Anyway I walk slowly, maybe brain damaged, toward the window, but it doesn't get closer, maybe I am just moving so slowly, it seems i am not

I see a plant next to the ceiling, above the window, maybe 15 feet up, big green leaves floating, in a loose brown basket. Looks like it's swaying, suspended by magic or something.

Julie walks in, says don't go out, stands next to me and looks at me curiously like I said it and not she.

Her hair is to her legs, brown and half full of sandy blond streaks. She wears blue jean overalls and a plain shirt or something. She lifts her hand and her arm is long enough to grab a leaf. 

I fall backward on my butt, still not in control of my body. Light covers my face like it is solid or alive.

I hear Julie laugh, rushing out of the room. The wood floor feels sticky, maybe the wood turned into syrup, rough concrete underneath.

The ceiling is now a blue sky, i watch a plane fly behind a cloud, peek out, back behind a cloud, and so on.

My body feels stretched. I feel like i will be pulled apart like taffy. Natalie Portman sits on my hand.

A TV comes through the wall, showing a sunny day scene at a park or something, like Windows Bliss. Looks like an old TV. Drywall crumples and falls all around and under it, but the TV is fine. 

The TV falls, then I am in a hospital room in the bed. Everything looks pretty similar, but a little dimmer, cleaner and emptier.

Dad walks in, very smoothly, like on wheels.

He runs into the edge of my bed and we both lazily say ' Ow '

The end